Yngvildr had told Widimir that he needed all his strength later? That caused him to wonder just what she wanted him to use that strength on. She kept glancing down and breaking eye contact. I would have checked to make sure that my trousers were properly laced.

Should we go join him? I had just gotten to speak to her and already she was wanting to seek another. Widimir sighed deeply. He could not let her get away when he had just meet her and was not in bed.

“Well if he is any kind of a good storyteller, his voice should be able to fill the room. I think its much warmer next to. Next to.’ He thought quickly “Next to this fire!”

He sat down. Raised his cup to the self proclaimed bard. “Tells us of your tales and travels in dark strange lands!”